You sire, have just taken the conception of the fourth wall and skull-fucked it . . . well played! God I can only wish that a Scythian Monarch in the local sector . . . PEW PEW PEW mother fucking lasers!

Last edited by The Shadowscythe on Wed May 12, 2010 1:49 pm, edited 1 time in total.

WARNING!Despite my own personal views of drugs, even supposed soft drugs I am still aware of the views of others, some even people who I respect and thus we find ourselves in a situation as here, anyone not alright with it can go right ahead and be offended and stuff, just don't make the mistake of bothering to tell me. Besides, it's just a rolled up bit of paper so lighten the fuck up and have a larf!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

Feeling well pleased with himself the OLD ONE lights up a fatty boom batty.

He then proceeds to kill an Assyrian. Just for the hell of it. Man, bail rolls are sucking this turn.

Two Blood Daemons collect the Computer Core from the OLD ONES wake. They stand on a pool of blood and slowly liquefy...

Only to re-emerge in another blood pool within the Forts compound.

They quickly head over to the ladders trying to reach the Daemon Portal. One of the Daemons covers the ladder climber with the Computer Core.

Blood Daemons and Minions fall back to defend the Daemon Gate at all costs.

A Daemon Minion thrown across the battlefield last turn picks himself up.

Being rather annoyed about the whole being chucked across the battlefield he looks for a target to take it out on. Ah! Perfect, someone with their back to him!

The Daemonic Spear slices through the fuel line of the flamer but fails to penetrate the Heavies armour.

However, another knocked over Minion regains his feat and sees what he thinks is a good idea and wants to join in the fun.